From “Wicklow”
YES, this is Wicklow; round our feet
  And o’er our heads its woodlands smile;
Behold it, love—the garden sweet
  And playground of our stormy isle.*        *        *        *        *
Is it not fair—the leafy land?
  Not boasting Nature’s sterner pride,
Voluptuous beauty, scenes that stand
  By minds immortal...